Devero gives him a look. "Does that mean I shouldn't care that you're hurt now, just because you've had worse in the past?"

He doesn't wait for an answer on that, focusing on the work as he pats Koumyou's hand dry and starts to tend it with the supplies he's found. For all the sharp anger in his voice, his hands are gentle-- if a little clumsy as he tries to put what he knows theoretically into use practically.

It's as he's winding a bandage around the priest's hand to hold the dressing in place that he speaks again. "You wouldn't have scars like that where I come from. No one does, no matter how badly they've been injured."